MS chapter 2, page 13 - AL (Liber Legis)

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52 There is a veil : that veil is black. It is
the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil
of sorrow, & the pall of death : this is none
of me. Tear down that lying spectre of
the centuries : veil not your vices in
virtuous words : these vices are my service;
ye do well,& I will reward you here and
hereafter.